It's been fascinating over the years, watching Muir's praising ever more marginal figures on the Far Right. (You can tell how marginal Franssen is by the fact that Muir misspelled his name.) Part of this has been Muir's shift to ever more-naked white supremacy--as I've noted, very little of Muir's actual politics have changed, it's just that he's grown more confident in his racism.
But only so confident, because that's another thing this strip underlines--Muir whines even when he's winning, because he wants a vague impossible victory where no one disagrees with him, and no one he doesn't like exists. Not only is it impossible because the path to it would be so horrific that things would collapse for his side well before they were anywhere close to completion, but if you were to wave a magic wand and give it to him, you just know it wouldn't satisfy. In a little while, Muir would be drawing new dividing lines to try and make sure there was an in-group and an out-group.
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